Was it possible for someone to be so consumed in sadness that they would push past the limits of death just so the pain to stop? For Aidan, this was becoming a sad realization, a realization that was pressing her closer and closer to make a decision that she knew she would ultimately regret, though there seemed to be no other way to get rid of this monster that was slowly eating her away inside each day. After being broken down time after time, it seemed as though nothing was really worth it, not even the ones that had meant so much to her before she was in this state. But it wasn't like there were many people that were close to her left. Her best friend Aydin had committed suicide, drowning herself in the ocean in the dead of night, telling no one but Aidan that she shouldn't miss her on her cell phone, subtly warning her of what she was going to do. Not long after that, Aidan's friend Kendall was killed in a gruesome car crash in Atlanta, just trying to make her way home from the airport in a taxi. And it wasn't like Aidan hadn't enough to worry about. A few months before, her boyfriend Evan had hooked up with her 'former' best friend Rachelle, throwing Aidan into an emotional breakdown that ended up in her breaking it off with Evan in the end and running to Jason for some form of support and comfort. Jason, as she thought he would, picked her up off the ground and set her on the right path again, reassuring her everything was going to be alright. She believed him for a while until that same night, Jason almost got himself killed in a gang fight, putting him in a coma that doctors weren't too sure he'd wake up from. Distraught, Aidan visited Jason consistently until the day he awoke. From there on out, everything seemed to be fine. Jason was better. Evan and she had just gotten back together and made up for their broken past. And most importantly, her life started to straighten out again… until two of her friends died on after another and Jason & Evan decided to beat the shit out of one another. Maybe Jason had lied. Would everything return to the way it was before? Or had they been colorful lies to just her feel better? She wasn't so sure anymore.
Aidan was desperate, dying to find a way to release some of this sadness festering inside of her, threatening to take her over, making her more numb than she already was. Frantically searching over her apartment, she found what she wanted glinting from the lights that hung overhead. Picking up the razor blade carefully and placing it in her palm, knowing finally what she needed. A release. Something to make some of the pain go away... even if it was just for a while. Death.. it just didn't seem practical. Not right now. Maybe things would get better. And if she just ended her life right now.. she couldn't. Aidan couldn't follow in the steps of her best friend Aydin. And she had promised Jason she wouldn't commit suicide. Hadn't see?
Slipping into the bathroom, Aidan held the cool metal against her left wrist, revealing almost instantaneously a trail of blood, pouring from her wounds. Feeling dizzy, Aidan dropped the bloodied blade to the floor which clanged against the tile sliding away from her as it left remnants of her blood on the formerly clean white floor. Staggering, Aidan's world slipped in and out, darkening steadily until her world finally turned black, blood pooling around her body as she lay limp and cold upon the tile. Something had gone terribly wrong. But it was a mistake... wasn't it?